Grarrls Just Wanna Have Fun
Summer was coming to an end. From her bedroom window, Nightingale,
a yellow Grarrl, could see the front grounds of the Neopian Pound. The waves of
bright green grass were blowing gently in the breeze. Leaves of the trees were
turning brown, gold and orange. Nightingale looked up into the sky. It was a brilliant
blue with a few clouds floating about. The sun was shining its rays down onto
the lawn, warming up the afternoon. From her view, it looked like it would be
a great day for an end of summer party
Turning to look at the clock, Nightingale noticed
it was 10:50am. Her birthday party would be starting soon. Oh how excited she
was to be having her very own birthday party! Before the pound, she had lived
with a few different owners. Not one of the owners ever remembered her birthday.
It wasn't that she was treated very badly. She was just a Grarrl and no one
wants Grarrls. Her past owners always seemed to want another type of pet. Then
one day, she was placed in the pound and no one else adopted her.
Nightingale shook those thoughts of her past
from her head. She didn't want to think about that on her birthday.
"That's right! It's my birthday!" she exclaimed
excitedly to herself.
Once again, she looked out her window and noticed
Mr. Pickles and Ms. Snowflake setting up for the party. Mr. Pickles, the pound
chef, was setting the table with large amounts of food. There were all types
of sandwiches, super subs and meaty dishes. For dessert, it looked like there
would be cakes and pies. The grandest dessert of all was her birthday cake right
in the middle of the table! There were candles on it too!
Ms. Snowflake was putting up decorations of
blue and red streamers around the tables. There was a banner hanging from a
tree that said 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIGHTINGALE!".
Nightingale took a look at the clock again.
"I'd better get ready for my party!" she happily
Moving to her dresser, she combed out her hair
and placed a bright red bow in it. She was in such a festive mood now!
"I'm pretty enough to go to a party! My party!"
Nightingale stated with a giggle.
"Nothing will ever make you pretty enough…except
maybe a mask."
Nightingale whirled around to see Jonesy with
a group of his friends, standing at the door of her room.
Jonesy was a mean disco Kyrii. He always teased
Nightingale because she had been in the pound for a while now. In fact, Jonesy
made life really unpleasant for her.
"No one is coming to your party. No one cares
if it's your birthday or not." Jonesy maliciously stated.
Jonesy and his friends walked off laughing,
leaving Nightingale standing there with a stunned expression.
It was true. She didn't have any friends at
the pound. She was a Grarrl. Most were either afraid of her or just didn't like
to play with a pet that was so big and bulky.
"I'm clumsy too," Nightingale thought to herself.
Her attention was brought back to her bedroom
doorway. From the staircase, she could hear voices, chattering and laughing.
As the girls came closer, Nightingale could hear what Alexis and the others
were talking about.
"It will be so funny to see the look on Nightingale's
face when no one comes to her party!" laughed a pink Uni named Carla.
"Yeah, it'll be a hoot!" Alexis, a striped Shoyru,
The other pets in the group all nodded in agreement,
as they made their comments as well.
No longer did Nightingale feel excited about
her first birthday party. In fact, she was sure she didn't even want to have
a birthday party if no one cared enough to show up. She knew she was a pet without
many friends, but she never thought they would ignore her or her birthday. After
all, there were other birthday parties and everyone came to those.
But, Nightingale knew that she wasn't everyone.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked outside
at the picnic tables. The party was there, but no one else was there.
"Nightingale?" came the voice of Ms. Snowflake.
"It's time to go to your birthday party."
Nightingale looked at Ms. Snowflake. The moment
she had anticipated for days had finally come. It was the moment she no longer
wanted to have. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to Ms. Snowflake. Ms.
Snowflake smiled and placed an arm around Nightingale. Together, they walked
down the stairs and through the front doors, to where the party was supposed
Nightingale saw Mr. Pickles waiting at the picnic
tables. As always, he had a big smile on his face. He warmly greeted Nightingale
and Ms. Snowflake.
"Are you ready for your birthday party, lass?"
asked Mr. Pickles.
"I suppose so," Nightingale answered without
"Hey, now. You don't sound very happy for a
birthday girl, "Mr. Pickles commented.
Nightingale looked at Mr. Pickles and blurted
out, "No one is coming to my birthday party!"
Mr. Pickles smiled. "I hope that isn't the case.
I have a lot of food here to feed the bunch of you."
Nightingale gave a slight smile to him. She
knew he was trying to cheer her up, but she didn't think anything would make
her feel happy anymore.
At that moment, Ms. Snowflake came over and
sat down at the tables. Without looking at Nightingale, she asked if she would
go around the back of the pound and bring the balloons to the table. Nightingale
agreed and started walking towards the back of the pound. As she passed the
front doors, she could hear the chimes of the clock. It was 12pm! Her party
was supposed to be at 11:30am.
It was true! It was all true! No one cared about
her or her birthday! No one came to her party! She thought miserably to herself.
As she rounded the corner to the back of the
pound, she kept her head down. She didn't want anyone to see the tears in her
eyes as the reality of the day sank in.
Nightingale jumped back in shock! There, in
front of her, stood all the pets and staff of the pound. Carla was holding a
sign that said 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY!' Some of the pets were holding balloons and
some were holding presents! Nightingale didn't know what to make of all of this.
Ms. Snowflake and Mr. Pickles came up behind
"Now what would a birthday be without a surprise?"
said a laughing Ms. Snowflake.
Nightingale's birthday party was a huge success!
They played games, ate a lot of really good food and she even received presents.
This really did turn out to be the day she had anticipated for so long.
She now understands that she has much to offer
in friendship. She doesn't have to be the best at everything in order to have
friends. She just has to be the best Nightingale she can be. She also discovered
that things aren't always as they seem. Words can hurt, but just because someone
says something hurtful, doesn't make their comments true.
Nightingale is still living at the Neopian Pound.
However, when you see her now, she is a more confident Grarrl, surrounded by
Author's Note: This story is in honour of Grarrl Day! Thanks Gen and Pat
for encouraging me to write again. I hope you enjoyed my short story. Please
feel free to offer comments.